Mañana, mañana

The washing machine that we brought with us from the UK started playing up a few weeks ago and, because we have another washer in the flat in Cartagena, we were a bit tardy in doing anything about it.

One of our problems was that the machine is a make that's not generally on sale here so we couldn't just ring up the official service people. After a bit of a half hearted search and ask around we couldn't find anyone to fix it. Some pals did give us a contact, an English chap, but he failed to turn up as promised.

So this evening we went to a shop in the local town to see what they'd got. We thought the prices were OK and we asked when they could deliver if we bought one today. Tomorrow they said. So Maggie handed over the money and then they changed their minds! They couldn't deliver tomorrow, they could deliver this evening.

So from the moment of paying for it at around six this evening to the moment that the chap drove away having delivered it and set it working was maybe two hours.